You know, I realise that "Before the internet" I was twelve (pedants take note, this refers to "Before I got the internet because it was finally easy for civilians to access" and not "before Al Gore invented the internet"), but it occurred to me as I was doing my morning reading that before the internet, I would never in a million years have spent any time at all reading an article about whether or not lapel pins are tacky. I would never have dreamed of making an actual personal decision about my feelings on lapel pins.
For reference, I agree with the Brooks Brothers blog that lapel pins are one of the few acceptable adornments to a suit, but must be chosen carefully. I don't own any myself, or at least none that I'd wear on a suit, but I'm prepared to acquire some should I find any appropriate candidates.
But, you know, I think it's important to form opinions on things, it allows you to practice critical thinking and helps provide context when making snap decisions. So now I have an opinion on lapel pins.
Some days you just want to hide in your cubicle and read fanfic.
Three different websites broke down for three different people today -- mister, did you seriously just complain to me that you have to log into the website every time you go there, where before you didn't have to? -- we have an interview candidate I have to arrange a schedule and parking for, I have a biography to write of a ridiculously wealthy woman for our research side, IT can't seem to produce a simple telephone to save its life, I've been put in charge of arranging and catering a meeting between the research teams of four different companies, and there is a SMELL IN THIS BUILDING.
What's funny is, because for so long I was a central info point, people still come to me about stuff like THE SMELL IN THIS BUILDING. One of the other admins came up to me and asked, "Did you report the smell?"
Uh, report it your damn self, lady, you have the exact same job I do for a different department and I know you have login info for the "Report things wrong with this building" website. But, having just been downstairs a few minutes ago, I knew the smell was worse there, so the building office on that floor clearly knew there was A SMELL IN THIS BUILDING. So no, I didn't report it, but I did forward her the email I got a few minutes later from the building, explaining THE SMELL.
Though they did not proof it very thoroughly.
Sent: Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Subject: Stong Oder Memo.
I can't stop saying "Stong oder". It's so much fun to say. THERE IS A STONG ODER IN THIS BILDING.
I might be having a day. But I keep deciding I can't be having a day, because if I were, the only real course of action would be to go home tonight and have a very large drink and not go in to work tomorrow, and I have to go in to work tomorrow, I'm getting trained in electronic accounting (the irony, it burns).